philophobia • k.yk + k.ch | √

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hwiyoung lazily watched the grey clouds past by, as if they had no care in the world. if only he could be like that, like those clouds in the pale purple sky. if only-

his thoughts got interrupted by a phone call.

grumbling, he took a puff of his lit cigarette before answering the unknown caller.

"yo hwiyoung, where're ya? wanna come hang at youngbin's?" the oh too familiar bubbly tone rang loud and clear. checking the caller id, he rolled his eyes before answering back.

"why? do i get to see you stuff a vibrator up your ass, dawon?"

"you lil bitch. no, there's hot chicks here if you wanna pickin." dawon's voice was softer compared to a few seconds ago, before the dj in the house got too turnt up.

"fuckin dipshit, you know i'm gay." hwiyoung slid off the roof, crushing his cigar on the way down.

"so ya comin or nah? taeyang's missin his bud who he robbed the supermarket with." the phone on the other end got passed over to someone else, most probably taeyang.

"hwi, ya better get your ass over here or i'll come find ya and drag you over. there's ice here, i know how much you love em. see ya!"

"that fucker cut off the line." hwiyoung sighed, heading downtown to youngbin's, knowing he had no other choice. on the way, he checked his phone one last time before shutting it off completely.

15 missed calls from mum, 7 unread messages from dad and a few other nonsensical shit.

typical.

his phone buzzed just as he was about the switch it off.

-

as soon as hwiyoung reached youngbin's neighbourhood, aka rich asses, he could hear the blaring rock music from 4 houses down. stepping onto the front porch felt like walking into some waiting earthquake.

random couples are making out on the streets, youngsters like him taking shots, the usual. he invited himself in and bumped into someone who were intending to leave.

"sorry bro." hwiyoung coolly brushed it off before looking at the other.

okay, he's fuckin cute.

"sorry hyung, ain't really watchin where i'm goin." the younger boy dusted himself.

"chanhee. kang chanhee. low grader." he finally looked up to meet the older's eyes.

hell, he got fuckin visuals.

chani made a mental note to get the older's number somehow.

"chani?" hwiyoung wasn't able to hear the boy's name correctly over the loud ass music but tried to play it off cool.

"um, hwiyoung." he gave chani his name before pushing pass him to find inseong, they had something to discuss.

chani, on the other hand, loitered in the house so as to see the older instead of his original plans of going out for fresh air. the air in the house smells of smoke and it's really giving chani a hard time to breathe.

the older spotted inseong at an empty bar table, waving at him. he grabbed a glass of whiskey from the self-serve before sitting down across the other.

"what's the big deal that had me comin down here? you know parties ain't my shit." the gray head gulped down his shot in one go.

"yeah, but listen." inseong sild a small packet of colorful pills across the table. he knows that the younger is pissed from being asked to come down so he prepared some 'bribe' to keep him staying.

"the longer you stay here, the more of these packets you'll get, deal?"

hwiyoung stared at the small packet. its been awhile since he's taken these drugs. from his side vision, he could see chani watching him. something deep inside of his heart stir wildly.

"let's talk somewhere else." he stood up to walk away first. somehow, he couldn't get himself to accept any of those things infront of chani.

how old was he anyways? a low grader in high school, 15? whatever the age, he looks too young to be loitering here at this time. does he-

hwiyoung slapped himself hard. he shouldn't be so connected to him already.